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Thursday, November 28, 2019

Fantasy Friday Revival - A Toasty Thanksgiving


 I figured no one would mind Fantasy Friday a day early. It will be up over the weekend so everyone can drop by as they have time. I hope this is a good Thanksgiving for you!

The Fantasy Friday for today came to me in 2010. I hope this add even more fun to your Thanksgiving weekend.This story is from Mary and nine years ago she told me that she was a 30-something stay-at-home wife and mother with 4 children, under the age of 8. She discovered spanking blogs a little over a year ago and began writing a few fiction stories of her own, but she said that this is the first story she has shared with anyone other than her husband. I suppose as those children got older and more compute savvy being able to read blogs became a challenge. 

Please enjoy...



A Toasty Thanksgiving

It was almost 6pm. Liz was waiting for her husband, Rob, to make it in from work. She had dinner ready and their bags packed for their Thanksgiving Holiday at her aunt’s house, three hours away. Liz was almost uncontrollably excited about this trip. She hadn’t seen most of her family since her wedding, ten months earlier, and she had been so busy with preparations and then greeting and visiting with all the guests that she had barely said more than “hello” and “glad you could make it” to her family before she was whisked away on their romantic honeymoon. Liz’s Aunt Jane had invited them and her two sisters up to their mountain home for the holiday. It had been years since Liz had visited up there, but she had always enjoyed the peaceful quiet of the mountains and beautiful sunrises.

As Liz was thinking about snuggling up by the warm fireplace with her love after a huge Thanksgiving feast, her thoughts were interrupted by car lights pulling into the driveway. Liz quickly brought herself back to the task at hand and finished setting the table for dinner.

“Hey babe,” Rob whispered as he embraced her with a passionate kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, honey,” Liz answered. “Dinner’s ready in the kitchen.”

“Good girl,” Rob grinned as he gave her a playful swat on the seat of her jeans when she turned to set out the plates.

During dinner they discussed their plans for the weekend and Liz went through her extended family and reminded Rob of who was who. You know, “Aunt Jane still smokes, but she won’t admit it and Uncle Tom talks politics all day long and Lucy still spends every penny that comes her way, etc. Once dinner was finished and the dishes cleared away, Liz wanted to start loading the bags in the explorer so they could get an early start in the morning.

“Slow down there, young lady!” Rob called as Liz started to pick up a bag and head for the door. “Tomorrow’s not going to get here any faster with those bags in the car, and I want to talk with you for a minute.”

Rob led her to living room and sat down in the middle of the couch. He beckoned for Liz to follow him and then guided her across his knee.

“Honey! I haven’t done anything wrong!”

A firm slap came down across her jeans. “Shush.” Rob stated firmly. He then rested his large hand across the round hump of her bottom and gently rubbed, before he proceeded with his “discussion.”

“You did a wonderful job during dinner bringing me up to date on all the going’s on with your family, but you failed to mention one little detail that you need to prepare yourself for. Dr. (swat) Pepper! (swat, swat!)

“Ow!” Liz squealed, more out of delight than true pain. “I haven’t had a Dr. Pepper in over a month and you know it!”

“Yes, I know, and I am very proud of you for sticking to your guns on this issue. Besides, I would wear you out if I found out you had one. You have lost 6 of the 15 pounds that you asked me to help you with. I have only had to spank you twice since you asked for my help, but this is going to be a reminder spanking tonight because I know that between your sisters and your Aunt Jane, that house is going to be fully stocked with Dr. Pepper, on every countertop and at every seat at the table, morning, noon and night. I also know your history with drinking Dr. Pepper night and day during college and the cravings that you have shared with me over the past few months. It would not be fair to you for me to throw you out to the wolves without being right behind you (literally) to support you. It’s not going to be easy to stay strong, but I would rather give you this spanking tonight than have to wear you out during our vacation, so, this is my attempt to prepare you for what lies ahead this weekend.”

With the end of his discussion, he proceeded to let his hands do the talking. He started with a long, slow warm-up that actually felt quite nice and Liz was hoping that he might just end right there and take her straight to the bedroom….no such luck. He then stood her up and unbuttoned her jeans, removing them and her panties, before continuing to pepper her bottom with harder spanks all across her bottom. She was starting to squirm from the pain and began pleading her promises of not drinking any Dr. Pepper all weekend. Rob continued to spank up and down her cheeks, as well as just underneath her cheeks, until they were rosy red. After several minutes he suddenly started to rub and squeeze. Liz let out a gasp of relief from the end of the spanking as well as a gasp of pain at the friction on her very warm, tender bottom.

When Rob let her up, Liz turned to him, sat on his lap and smiled. “Thank you. That was just what I needed. I didn’t even realize it, but I needed to know that you are going to keep me accountable, even while on vacation. You’re right. I will be tempted, but knowing that you are serious about helping me with this decision will help me refrain.”

“Good, because if I find out you’ve had one, I will wear you out!”

She knew the seriousness of Rob’s voice and did not want to question his authority, but in the back of her mind she wondered just how he would manage that when they would be guests in somebody else’s home, full of other people, without the privacy of their own home. But, at the same time, she really did not want to find out.

The next morning, they awoke early, got the explorer loaded and set out for the mountains. Rob noticed the occasional grimace or change in position as Liz tried to find a comfortable way to sit on a still tender backside. He smiled his devilish grin and asked, “What’s the matter, babe? Can’t get comfortable?”

“You know exactly what the matter is!” Liz almost laughed.

“Just be thankful that was only a reminder…”

Three hours later they were greeting family with warm embraces and constant chatter about the latest events in each other’s lives. Liz’s Aunt Jane led her and Rob out to the garage, separated from the house, that had a small apartment upstairs.

“We thought you newlyweds would probably like to have a little privacy away from the hustle and bustle in the house all weekend,” Aunt Jane explained.

“Well, that was very thoughtful of you,” Rob answered, with the same evil grin directed back at Liz.

Once their bags were unloaded and they got settled in their accommodations, Rob and Liz went down to the main house to visit with the rest of the family. Liz’s eyes immediately fixated on the kitchen countertop. Eight cases of Dr. Pepper were stacked up and about 6 more cans were sitting out around the table. Everyone she saw was holding a Dr. Pepper in their hands. Liz felt her knees getting weak as she suddenly realized how hard this weekend was going to be, until she felt Rob’s strong arms wrap around her from behind and he gently whispered in her ear, “You can do this. You are strong and I am here to help you.”

“Hey Liz, grab a cold Dr. Pepper and come play pool with us!” her sister Lucy called from the game room. Just then Uncle Tom opened the fridge and Liz’s eyes widened once again when she saw what seemed to be 30 more Dr. Peppers stacked up in the fridge. “This is going to be a looong weekend,” Liz thought to herself.

Rob’s hand firmly squeezed Liz’s shoulder and she weakly replied, “Uh, no thanks. I’m not really thirsty. We stopped on the road not too long ago.”

Overhearing the conversation, Aunt Jane piped in, “Well, just make yourself at home, sweetie. We made sure we stocked up on all y’alls favorites, so just help yourself to anything you want.”

“Thank you.” Liz replied as she tried to find a corner to hide in without Dr. Pepper staring back at her.

After spending a few hours playing games and visiting with family, Liz and Rob retreated to their bedroom above the garage before dinner that night.

“This is going to be SO HARD!! It’s not fair! They’re practically shoving Dr. Pepper down my throat! It’s everywhere! It’s a conspiracy to get me spanked!” Liz wailed into Rob’s shoulder when they were in their room.

“Now calm down. You know very well that no one out there knows what will happen if you decide to give in to temptation. And you need to remember that you are the one who asked me to hold you accountable.” Rob’s voice was slow and controlled, but it had the sound of a warning to it. “We are going to enjoy our Thanksgiving tomorrow and there is just as much water and juice available as there is Dr. Pepper. You’ve got to get control of yourself, before I do it for you.” The warning was now very clear.

Liz composed herself and later that night, when she was offered Dr. Pepper once again, she politely explained that she had stopped drinking it several months ago to help maintain a healthy lifestyle. Though surprised, everyone respected her wishes and didn’t bring it up again.

Thanksgiving Day was just wonderful with plenty of good food and old family stories shared across the table. Liz was feeling good and proud of herself for standing up to the temptation and enjoying spending the time with her family. Thursday night all the guys started talking about going hunting in the morning. Aunt Jane then suggested that the girls spend the day shopping the Black Friday sales. So, it was decided. The next morning everyone woke up at 4am….the guys dressed for hunting deer….the girls dressed for hunting bargains.

“Have a good day, babe. Remember our budget in the checking account. I’m not planning on eating beans and rice for the rest of my life.” Rob finished his mini-lecture with a pop to Liz’s backside. Liz instinctively rubbed her bottom and stuck out her bottom lip until Rob embraced her in another one of his passionate kisses that always brought a smile to her face.

The girls started their shopping trip early, with lots of excitement and energy. By 8am, however, the crowds and lack of sleep were taking a toll on their energy. Liz’s middle sister, Leah, suggested they stop for a “pick-me-up.” Of course, her idea of a pick-me-up was a Dr. Pepper. The three sisters sat down and Aunt Jane soon brought four large Dr. Peppers to the table. Liz almost gasped at the sight of the drink. She could hear two different voices whispering in her ears.

“Go ahead, it’s just one and you’ve done so much walking today you’ve already burned the calories in it. How can you turn it down after your Aunt Jane was nice enough to buy it for you?”

“Water! Order water! You know Rob will wear out your butt if he finds out!”

“He won’t find out. Besides, he’s too busy hanging out with the guys. He obviously doesn’t even care.”

Liz decided she just couldn’t turn away the Dr. Pepper staring her in the face and began to slowly drink it. Before she knew it, the large Dr. Pepper was empty, and suddenly she felt sick to her stomach. She felt horrible for letting herself down and for letting down Rob. She also knew that somehow or another Rob would find out and her backside would be toast.

While they were still resting, Aunt Jane and Leah left for a few minutes to take a walk. “Gotta get their smokes,” Lucy whispered.

“What? Since when does Leah smoke?” Liz asked, confused.

“Whenever she can get away with it from what I understand. Mike doesn’t like it one bit.”

The girls finished some more shopping and decided to call it a day. They carried in all their packages, Lucy carrying the most, and crashed in the living room for a short nap until the men made it back home. Liz woke up even more nervous than before. As soon as the truck pulled up to the house, she rushed out to greet Rob.

“Hey babe! How was your trip?” she managed to squeak out.

“Eh, it was alright. No deer for supper, but we had a good time talking, just us guys. What’s the matter, babe. You seem nervous.”

Ughh! He saw right through her! “Nothing, nothing’s the matter. Come inside for some cocoa.” Liz turned and headed to the house with Rob shaking his head, knowing that something was wrong.

Sitting at the table, everyone began talking about their day. The guys seemed to have really bonded during their hunting trip and were still cracking jokes with each other. The laughter took some of the edge away for Liz, until Aunt Jane offered her another Dr. Pepper.

“Oh, uh, no thanks. Remember, I’m not drinking those anymore,” Liz barely managed to stammer and tried to think of a way to escape.

“Oh yeah, but I just thought since you had one this morning maybe you had changed your mind. No problem.”

Liz could feel Rob’s eyes digging into her, waiting for an explanation, but she couldn’t manage to look at him. Soon, the conversation changed to the girls’ purchases and Aunt Jane started going on and on about all the bargains Lucy had found and how Lucy almost bought out an entire store! Lucy’s husband, Chris, sat quietly, but was obviously upset by his wife’s uncontrollable spending habits. Soon, Leah started coughing and Aunt Jane commented, “Oh, it was so cold and windy outside today.  We probably shouldn’t have been smoking out there.” Mike, as well as the other men, suddenly turned all eyes to Leah. She looked like she wanted to crawl under the table just as much as Liz. Just as an uncomfortable silence crept around the table, Mike politely excused himself and Leah to their bedroom in the basement. Chris quickly followed suit as he practically pushed Lucy up the stairs. Rob then excused himself and Liz out to their room above the garage.

“Was it something I said?” Aunt Jane asked, looking around and seeing only her husband at the table.

“I think it was more something you did. Tell me, whose idea was it to take the girls, including “spend-a-lot Lucy,” shopping today? And let me guess, who ordered Dr. Pepper for Liz today after she had told you that she stopped drinking them? And, pray tell, who did Leah bum a cigarette off of today? And since when do you think it's ok to offer cigarettes to your young nieces? You know very well that we are trying to get you to quit. There's no sense in getting any of those sweet girls caught up in that nastiness!” Uncle Tom’s eyes were now staring expectantly at his wife.

“Well….I didn’t mean any harm. I just wanted the girls to have a good time.”

“I know you didn’t, but I had a nice long chat with the guys earlier today, and let’s just say that they take care of business with their wives the same way that I take care of business around here. And I think we need to go have a little talk down at the barn.” Uncle Tom pulled Aunt Jane up from the table and led her outside.

“Tom! You don’t mean…..”

“Yes, I do!”

Meanwhile, Rob and Liz had just reached the door to their room.

“Honey! It was just one little Dr. Pepper. Aunt Jane bought it for me and I couldn’t turn it down. That would have been rude. And we did so much walking today that I’m sure I’ve already burned all the calories!! It’s been so long…just one’s not gonna make any difference!” Rob did not respond, but continued to pull her into the bedroom. He put his hand up, signaling for Liz to stop arguing and to listen. She did so, but was already crying quietly.

“Go get the paddle out of the green bag.”

“But I didn’t pack the paddle.” She sure as heck wouldn’t have done anything that foolish! If he was going to spank her, then he would just have to use his hand.

“I know you didn’t pack it. That’s why I did. Now go get it.”

Feeling defeated, Liz slowly walked to the green bag and found the paddle in the outside pocket. She returned to him and he quietly unbuttoned her jeans and positioned her across his lap.

“I’m very disappointed in you babe.” Just that statement alone was punishment enough and Liz’s tears became uncontrollable. She was already sobbing how sorry she was and Rob hadn’t even administered the first swat.

“Do you know why we are here?”

“Yes” she managed to whisper.

“Good. Do I need to know anything else, other than you drank a Dr. Pepper today, even though you knew it was forbidden?”

“No, except that I am so sorry!” Liz continued to cry softly.

“I know you are, babe. And I am a man of my word.” With that final statement, Rob began to spank with his hand, harder than he had ever spanked her before. Liz was crying out loudly now and trying to get away, but Rob had her legs pinned between his own. After a very brief “warm-up” that had Liz ready to jump out of her skin, he picked up the paddle and applied deliberate strokes all over her already sore bottom. The pain was greater than Liz remembered any previous spanking, and Rob was determined to make an impression because he did not want to have to do this again. After about 40 strokes, he laid the paddle down beside him on the bed and started rubbing Liz’s back. She continued to cry as Rob leaned down and whispered “It’s over, babe. All over. I love you.” Liz continued to cry as Rob rubbed her back and then gently laid her down in the bed. He got some lotion out of the bag and began to massage her tender bottom. The cool lotion made Liz jump at first, but then it was soothing to feel his large hands that had just recently been so hard and firm, become soft and gentle as he massaged.

“Come on, babe. Time to get up. We need to go down and help get dinner ready.”

Liz looked at the clock. 5 o’clock already? She must have slept for over an hour.

“What have you been doing all this time?” Liz asked.

“Just rubbing your back and watching you sleep. You are beautiful, even with a red backside!” They both laughed and then Liz started to get up, only to be quickly reminded how sore her bottom was. She grimaced and opted for a comfy pair of sweats rather than pulling her jeans back on. She washed her face and did her best to conceal her swollen eyes and runny nose.

Back in the house, Liz found her sisters and Aunt Jane working quietly in the kitchen getting some leftovers heated up for dinner. Surprisingly, all four women had changed into sweatpants and tried to avoid direct eye contact with each other. The four men were all sitting in the living room, with a football game on in the background, watching their wives, admiring their handiwork, and smiling.

“All in a day’s work, boys. All in a day’s work,” Uncle Tom proclaimed.


~o~

Mary, thank you so much for your contribution. I haven't heard from you in years, but as always my door is wide opened for another story or for you to just drop by. If anyone else has a story for Fantasy Friday please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Tuesday, November 26, 2019

I need two questions answered.

For the past thirteen years when I would get a comment on this blog it would also appear in my emails. Then it stopped for no apparent reason. Then about a month later I started getting the emails again. Now it’s stopped once again and I want them back!



I’m very serious about answering my comments. It’s very important to me to. If someone take the time to read her and then even better, comment to me, I appreciate it and I’m certainly going to answer their comment. The exception to this is if I just post a joke or something and Fantasy Fridays. For FF I really think you’re talking to that author, so I stay out of it. But I answer everything else. 

The problem is that I don’t always remember to check back for a few days so I’m late answering comments of those who might read a day or two late.  In the past I got the comment in email so I know it was there. Now I have to remember to check. But I DO eventually answer so please come back and check. 

And if ANYONE know how to make the emails come to me as they used to please let me know. I get an email when someone comments at The Reading Room, but not here. Grr…

Second questions and this one really has me stumped. All my books are out as ebooks. But the Cassie’s Space series recently came out with the paperbacks – thrilling for me, as far as taking them to be sold. But I happened to be looking on line and I noticed something very odd.



Do you see it? You can buy one of the books, which has two full novels in it, for $14.95. Okay, reasonable I guess. But as you see here, someone has a used one for sale for $42.51! 

Seriously?

It’s not like it’s some rare first addition. And I certainly doubt anyone is going to buy it, but can anyone explain this to me? 

Enough musing for the day. Hope you all have a great Thanksgiving!

Friday, November 22, 2019

Fantasy Friday - Niagara Falls


I'm happy you came by today! I have another brand new Fantasy Friday to share. This is from one of our newer writers, Cindy. You can read her first Fantasy Friday, and a little more about her, here. Now, I hope you'll enjoy...



Niagara Falls

Danny and I had a great opportunity to get a weekend away, After a brief talk about where to go we decided on Niagara Falls, staying on the Canada side. I found a great hotel overlooking the falls and booked it. We couldn’t wait.
Car packed and off we went. The three hour ride gave us time to transition from work and kids to a couple with nothing but each other on our minds. 
Stopping first on the New York side, we took a walk down a flight of stairs to a boardwalk along the falls. Watching the intensity of the water falling and then the gentle mist spraying on us, made me tingle as I thought of Danny, his strong hand intensely spanking my butt followed by the most amazing kisses to make it all better. The current and the mist, the hand and the kiss, the strong and the comforting.
Passports in hand we drive across the bridge. What a change of scenery as we cross the river. New York is quite industrial, Canada more touristy. Finding our hotel was a bit tricky, but after check in we arrived at a beautiful room.



Thirty floors up and in a suite. We entered into the sitting room and then to the bedroom with floor to ceiling windows looking out over the gardens and the falls. Again I was amazed at the beauty.
Standing at the window, looking out at the sight, we just quietly embraced each other. With kids and jobs, this was a unique feeling. One that is few and far between. After a long and intense kiss, we break apart. Just looking at each other, we realized that if we don’t stop now, we will never leave the room.
Finding a bar downstairs we decide on an early bar food supper and then a stroll outside. What a beautiful evening, ending with fabulous fireworks over the river. The bright colors and the thunderous booms rolling through the canyon brought so many senses alert. I felt like I needed to run back to the room.
Back in our suite, Danny sadly says, “Josie, cool down a bit, we have all weekend, we need to pace ourselves and enjoy”. This was odd, because I am usually the one who wants the long drawn out adventure and he wants to just “get it done”
So we showered together, laid naked in bed, scratching, rubbing and feeling the love.
We slept late and woke in front of the big window with the sun shining in on us. As I focused my eyes from sleep and sun, I looked out again at the mighty falls. What a beautiful sight. Being so high up assured me that nobody could see my naked body. I still felt uncomfortable and naughty as we stood there naked.
Outside on the beautiful afternoon, we held hands and did all the touristy stuff. Took the boat under the falls, walked up the Clifton Hill and into many shops. Do you know the sell bottles of Falls Water? Now that is a gimmick.
After an enjoyable dinner, we returned to our room. Just sitting in the chair looking out at the lit falls was magical. The lights on the falls turn colors making the water change colors. Reminds me of a unicorn.
Breaking my peaceful thoughts I hear Danny say, “Josephine Marie.”
I startle; what had I done wrong. But a quick look at his face, I knew he was in play mode.
“Yes sir” I reply quickly getting into character.
“ I want you naked and laying across this table by time I get out of the bathroom.”
He didn’t have to ask me twice. I quickly stripped and shoved my clothes into my suitcase. I position myself across the table, I have a great view of the falls and the very little people down below. When Danny comes back he grabs my ass and rubs and scratches my back. Oh this feels great I think. THEN I hear the unmistakable  sound of his belt being pulled through the loops. YIKES.



Then a beautiful fireworks display lit up the sky. Watching the beauty outside and feeling the belt inside gave me a strange and unique emotion. I cannot even describe it.
Crack after crack, firework after firework.  The closer together the fireworks went up the faster the belt came down. 
All of a sudden I feel Danny enter my hot, wet women parts. As the finale came with firework after firework and then several at one time, Danny thrust to the rhythm. We both yelled out as the last boom rolled through the river canyon. What a finale.
Then all was quiet inside and out. 
As he collapsed on me and cuddled, we watched the crowd clear the smoke evaporate. Still seeing the ever changing color of the falls.
Staggering over to the bed, I laid quietly in thought, last night was the mist, tonight was the falls. The calm and the rough. 
Can’t wait for my next trip.
~~

Thanks again, Cindy! I hope you'll keep writing and sharing with us. Everyone else is invited to join in too, you can read, you can comment for encouragement and you can write us a story. Send them to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

Thursday, November 21, 2019

TBT - The REAL me

Do you ever wonder what some of the bloggers out here look like? I do. I have a mental picture of each one. Although not a single blogger that I've met was anything like how I pictured them.  I remember having a very clear picture of Grace when I first began reading her blog four years ago. This is how I pictured her.



I was wrong.  Grace is blonde.

I thought some of you might be interested in my looks but I’m not sure Nick would like me putting my real picture up.  He's probably  worried about ton of men emailing me and begging me to run off with them. Now while he has absolutely nothing to worry about, I thought it might be best to hide my image among some others so I you would have to guess which is closer to the ‘real me’.














































Can you spot the real me? If you blog, maybe you can post some pictures of you hidden among others and let us guess.

Tuesday, November 19, 2019

With friends like these…

I’ve had several spanking friends give me some lovely spanking implements. I’ve enjoyed receiving them all, but a few are always kept hidden. Either from curious vanillas who may visit or just from Nick because of the feel of certain items.

But I recently got a gift from a vanilla friend. And it’s made me very curious. This isn’t just any friend, it’s a friend who has read the first four Cassie books. We’ve discussed them just a bit and she seemed more than skeptical about the whole idea of spanking. She was recently married and did voice that her new husband found the idea both interesting and amusing. Hmm…

Might I also mention that she is a minister – my minister.

But we are good friends and I took care of her pets when they were getting married and for the honeymoon. I’ve taken care of her pets before, and she is always appreciative. Returning from this trip she bought me a gift for the first time.






She gave it to me between Sunday School and church a few Sundays ago. She was sweet and sincere and gave absolutely no hint of her mind being where mine was when I saw it. I thanked her sincerely and never batted an eye. 

I honestly don’t know, being as vanilla as she is, whether it occurred to her or not.  Vanillas don’t have the same mindset as we do. What do you think?

BTW, that thing hurts like hell!

Saturday, November 16, 2019

Fantasy Friday Revival (on a Saturday) - The Long Day

Welcome to Fantasy Friday on a Saturday! If you haven’t read over many of the Love our Lurkers posts over the past two days I wish you would. And if you want to comment on some of them, so much the better. 

Getting on to our story. I think we’re all lucky that in the past – and hopefully in the future – to have such wonderful writers out here sharing their talents. I love today’s story but it comes with a warning – if you don’t have time for a little loving this morning maybe you should wait and read tonight. Whenever you read, it you will enjoy…

The Long Day

Amanda awoke alone. Her husband, Ian, was already up and about. He had always been a morning person. Amanda stretched lazily and snuggled under the blanket to try and coax her body back to sleep. Though her mind was still foggy with sleep, she could not ignore the warm tingling sensation she felt between her thighs. Recently she had been experiencing a heightened sense of sexual awareness and today seemed to be no exception. She was undeniably aroused and her mind was consumed with the dull hum she felt in every nerve ending. Rather than feeling energized by her desire, she was tense and irritable. She had trouble focusing on anything and despite her best efforts, her mind repeatedly drifted to sexual daydreams. As exciting as her sex life with Ian had been in the past few months, she had no patience for the tension and frustration she felt when there was no immediate outlet for her pressing needs.

Resigned to the fact that she would not be sleeping any more, Amada rolled out of bed to start her morning routine and ready herself for the day. As she performed the mundane tasks necessary to make herself presentable, every sensation became excruciatingly sensual. She pulled on jeans and a tee shirt leaving her jeans unbuttoned while she moved into the bathroom to fix her hair and make-up. Standing in front of her bathroom vanity with the top of her panties and her flat stomach peeking out from under her jeans, her tee shirt rode up on her belly when she lifted her arms to style her hair. The soft cotton fabric of her top brushed lightly against her skin. Amanda imagined Ian’s fingers brushing against her body as they drifted down over the front of her hips to rest on the crease where her pelvis and her thighs met. Her eyes closed thinking about his hands caressing that union of skin at the thigh and lower abdomen sometimes, moving gently down to her inner thigh and allowing his hand to graze the outer edge of her labia as he did.The heat began to build in her center and she allowed her own fingertip to slowly glide under the waistband of her panties and move back up to her belly button. She slid her hand into her panties straying down to the top of her mound. She exhaled slowly and took her bottom lip between her teeth thinking of her lover’s hands exploring her body.

Suddenly Amanda snapped back to reality with a start. “God” she muttered. “I can’t seem to get myself together today.” She wanted to scream with the intensity of her desire. She set her jaw and clenched her teeth and focused on the task at hand; getting her hair and make-up done. Taking a deep breath to clear her head, she picked up her mascara.

Amanda leaned forward to see her eyelashes in the vanity mirror more closely. Resting her elbows on the countertop to keep her hand steady she felt cool and smooth granite tile against her abdomen. She leaned forward even further and her jeans dropped a couple of inches exposing the flesh where her lower back met her bottom. Amanda became aware of her partially uncovered backside in the open air while the rest of her remained warm inside her jeans. Unconsciously her bottom rose to strain against the fabric of her clothing. The crotch of her jeans rubbed gently between her legs and Amanda floated into another fantasy.

Ian’s warm hand opened and pressed against Amada’s back. He moved his hand tenderly along her skin and under her shirt. The familiar texture of Ian’s rough palm was comforting against her body. He knew just how to touch her to make her writhe. He dragged his fingers down her back teasingly and eased his finger under the waistband of her panties. He stroked the flesh just under her panties slowly and deliberately. Amanda drew in a stuttering breath as she imagined Ian hooking his finger in the waistband of her jeans and slowly lowering them along with her panties. She began to rock gently back and forth causing her jeans to rub against her crotch delicately. She could almost feel Ian’s hands caress the curve of her bottom as he eased his hand lovingly between her quivering cheeks. He continued to stroke her rear end until she pleaded out loud, “please, spank me.”

Snap. She pulled herself abruptly from her fantasy and cursed. “Damn it, get it together Amanda,” she chided. This was going to be a long day!

********
Two years ago Amanda and Ian were in a rut. There seemed to be an emotional chasm between that widened each passing day. With the demands of everyday life heavy on their minds, Ian and Amanda did not take time to nurture their relationship. On an impulse, Amanda confessed long-held secret fantasy. She had a couple of glasses of wine at dinner and her desire to be spanked slipped out. Ian was surprised but not shocked or repulsed. In fact, Ian was eager to try spanking as soon as possible. Amanda was not disappointed. The spanking Ian gave her opened up a depth of ecstasy that Amanda did not know existed. Since that time, Amanda’s sex drive had exploded and Ian incorporated spanking Amanda into their lives effortlessly. He enjoyed the newfound sexual inhibition in his wife and he had more confidence in himself as he took responsibility for leadership in their lives. Now Amanda was insatiable and Ian knew it. The power in their relationship had clearly shifted to Ian; only he could deliver the release she craved day and night.

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Now that Ian and Amanda enjoyed an exciting and fulfilling love life, Amanda found herself in this state of intense arousal more often than not. Amanda was relieved that it was Saturday today. She would have plenty of time alone with Ian to touch, tease and play. Amanda hoped that Ian would start the fun early and make it last all day. In her hypersensitive state, she had high expectations. As Ian and Amada cleaned up the kitchen after breakfast, Amada asked, “Is this how men feel about sex? I think about us all day long several times an hour, at least. I find myself fantasizing constantly and the slightest provocation sends heat waves through my body.”

Ian gave a wicked grin and said, “Yes it is.” Amanda cocked her head and returned his smirk, “Now I know why you can be so mean if you don’t ‘get some’ regularly.”

Ian pulled Amanda into a hug from behind and rocked her gently. He began to kiss the side of her neck slowly. Amanda tipped her head to give him more access. Walking Amanda across the room, Ian pressed her to the table as he continued to kiss her neck. His breath was hot on her neck and she could feel his rock hard length pressed against her bottom. Ian softly dragged his fingers down Amanda’s side, to her hip and then slid his palm over her full cheeks. Amanda sighed as Ian continued to stroke her bottom until the fondling turned into light smacks. He gently pushed his wife onto her stomach on the kitchen table. She felt the cold wood on her abdomen and breasts through her thin cotton shirt.

Ian unbuttoned Amanda’s jeans and slowly lowered them to her knees. He resumed spanking Amanda with his hand letting the sting build slowly over her panties. As Amanda’s bottom began taking on a nice pink glow, Ian lowed her panties and caressed her bottom enthusiastically. His hand strayed between Amanda’s cheeks and his finger glided down her sensual cleft to brush over her rosebud and rest between her legs. His thumb grazed her jewel and Amanda drew her breath in sharply. Ian leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Stay here.” And he left the room.

When Ian returned, he noticed that Amanda was quivering slightly. “What’s the matter baby, are you cold?” he asked, his voice dripping with mock compassion. Crack. Amanda felt the sting of the leather paddle against her backside. “Maybe this will warm you up a little” Ian drawled. Crack, crack, crack. Each successive swat built in intensity and Amanda breathed harderas her bottom raised to accept each blow with the paddle. She could feel the heat rising in her center and moisture started to drip between her legs.

Ian continued to paddle her after she started to cry out between strokes. She alternately cried out and raised her bottom as the paddle continued to fall. Ian concentrated on one cheek and then the other causing Amanda to jump and buck. “Bend over Amanda or I will get the wood paddle.” Ian scolded. She pressed her body to the table and grabbed the edge to help stay in place. Ian’s pulse quickened at the sight of Amanda’s backside growing redder. He dropped the paddle and pressed his hand firmly between Amanda’s legs. She felt his length pressed against her rear end.

Ian lowered his trousers and boxers and let them fall to the floor. He entered Amanda to the hilt in one long stroke. Amanda groaned and pushed back with her bottom to accept Ian’s thickness. Ian rocked back and forth slowly at first, reaching around to finger her nub. Amanda was shaking with need, each stroke felt as though it was creating a small fire inside her. Her breath quickened as Ian pounded into her from behind and continued to work with his fingers from the front. She gasped, called Ian’s name and pleaded for release. Ian growled in her ear, “Ask me to make you cum baby.” Amanda wailed desperately, “Oh my God Iiiaannn, pleeeaase make me cum.” With one last thrust, she shattered from the inside out. At the same moment, Ian released his gift.

Ian collapsed on top of Amanda breathless and spent. Amanda felt sated; the insistent sexual tension was quelled for the time being. As their breathing returned to normal, Ian rolled off of Amanda and helped her up. He took her hand and led her to the couch in the living room. Amanda followed Ian like a docile lamb and sighed as Ian sat on the couch and pulled her into his lap. They lay on the couch with their limbs entwined and gently kissed each other’s lips. Amanda tipped her head back and smiled at Ian, “I really like Saturdays.” Ian smiled back, “Me too.”

~o~

Many thanks to Jessica for this story. She’s an excellent writer who wrote many stories for us back in the day. If you’re willing to share a story with us please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com




Friday, November 15, 2019

Day two - Love our Lurkers

Here we are on the second day of Loving our Lurkers. I really appreciate everyone who came by and especially those who left a comment. Fantasy Friday will be a day late, come back tomorrow.

I'd still like to hear from you if you come here to read. Of course, that only if you're comfortable. You are more than welcome to email me. You might be thinking, 'I don't want this stranger to have my email address,' but please think about this - I wouldn't have been here for thirteen years talking to folks if I wasn't fiercely protective of my friends privacy.

So if you want to say hello, ask a question or even talk about Cassie I would really love to hear from you. 


elisspeaks@yahoo.com 

I left Viola's letter up because it's important to me. I hope you'll read it if you missed it yesterday.


For the last few years I have read your blogs everyday but remained silent.  Thank you to PK for allowing me to express my gratitude.  Not all of your lurkers may be ready to speak up this November.  Here are some of the things that many of your silent readers and I have wanted to say to you.

Thank you to all bloggers who post regularly.  You provide a sense of comfort and predictability to our daily routine.

Thank you to all who comment.  Not only do you validate and encourage friends, but you offer broader perspective and additional insight.

Thank you to all who maintain a blogroll.  You help promote the efforts of friends and provide us newcomers with valuable links.

Thank you to bloggers who include archives.  You offer us an opportunity to get to know you and provide a wealth of experience and documentation over time.  

Thank you to all who offer inspiration.  You remind us of the importance of mindfulness, gratitude, self-care, creativity, and finding balance in our daily lives.

Thank you to all who inject humor into their blogs.  You help us laugh at ourselves and relieve our stress with jokes, cartoons, pictures, and accounts of your daily experiences.  

Thank you to all who post fiction.  Your stories provide entertainment, help us understand ourselves and each other, and increase our connection. 

Thank you to all who talk about spankings.  In case you were thinking I might have stumbled into the wrong group, your readers appreciate all the details.

Thank you to all who have kept blogs public.  Despite invasions of privacy, frustrations, misunderstandings, disappointments, and lack of encouragement, you continue.

Thank you to all who express a depth of feeling.  You share your anger and setbacks as well as your triumphs which helps us deal with the challenges of our relationships. 

Thank you to all who discuss organizational tools to maintain a successful dynamic.  You help us integrate planning, scheduling, journaling and reflection.  

Thank you to all who include "how-to" guides.  Learning how your relationship began and how it has evolved with any rules, rituals, routines and protocols is so useful to newcomers.  

Thank you to partners and spouses who encourage blogging.  Your thoughts and feelings are important for us to hear.  

Thank you to all who include culture and entertainment.  Explaining holiday traditions and customs across continents is interesting as well as sharing suggestions for books, movies, music and recipes.  

Thank you to all who no longer post but keep their blogs open.  Your story may impact readers years after you have moved on to pursue other interests.

Finally, I would like to share the words of William Arthur Ward with you silent ones.  "Feeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it."   Please post a comment or send an email to a blogger who has touched you in some way.  It will be appreciated.  

Thank you all,
Viola


Thank you for everything you said, Viola. Your words are much appreciated and please remember ...




Thursday, November 14, 2019

Loving our Lurkers!




I’ve had the privilege of participating in Love our Lurkers day since it was first introduced by Eva and Bonnie, fourteen years ago. I spend a lot of time thinking about my silent readers. Do they come every day and check to see if there is a new post? Do they wander by once a month? Are they disappointed that I don’t post much on topic? Do they sometimes read the archives? Why won’t they talk to me? Don’t they realize how much I enjoy getting a comment or an email from people who have found something interesting in what I’ve said?

Recently I had that very thing happen. A silent reader sent me an email and as we’ve written back and forth to one another we’ve become friends. With LOL Day coming up she wrote the following. It’s a gift to all of us who blog – past, present and future. As a blogger I can tell you this really touched me as I’m sure it will other who post out here. Thank you so much!


For the last few years I have read your blogs everyday but remained silent.  Thank you to PK for allowing me to express my gratitude.  Not all of your lurkers may be ready to speak up this November.  Here are some of the things that many of your silent readers and I have wanted to say to you.

Thank you to all bloggers who post regularly.  You provide a sense of comfort and predictability to our daily routine.

Thank you to all who comment.  Not only do you validate and encourage friends, but you offer broader perspective and additional insight.

Thank you to all who maintain a blogroll.  You help promote the efforts of friends and provide us newcomers with valuable links.

Thank you to bloggers who include archives.  You offer us an opportunity to get to know you and provide a wealth of experience and documentation over time.  

Thank you to all who offer inspiration.  You remind us of the importance of mindfulness, gratitude, self-care, creativity, and finding balance in our daily lives.

Thank you to all who inject humor into their blogs.  You help us laugh at ourselves and relieve our stress with jokes, cartoons, pictures, and accounts of your daily experiences.  

Thank you to all who post fiction.  Your stories provide entertainment, help us understand ourselves and each other, and increase our connection. 

Thank you to all who talk about spankings.  In case you were thinking I might have stumbled into the wrong group, your readers appreciate all the details.

Thank you to all who have kept blogs public.  Despite invasions of privacy, frustrations, misunderstandings, disappointments, and lack of encouragement, you continue.

Thank you to all who express a depth of feeling.  You share your anger and setbacks as well as your triumphs which helps us deal with the challenges of our relationships. 

Thank you to all who discuss organizational tools to maintain a successful dynamic.  You help us integrate planning, scheduling, journaling and reflection.  

Thank you to all who include "how-to" guides.  Learning how your relationship began and how it has evolved with any rules, rituals, routines and protocols is so useful to newcomers.  

Thank you to partners and spouses who encourage blogging.  Your thoughts and feelings are important for us to hear.  

Thank you to all who include culture and entertainment.  Explaining holiday traditions and customs across continents is interesting as well as sharing suggestions for books, movies, music and recipes.  

Thank you to all who no longer post but keep their blogs open.  Your story may impact readers years after you have moved on to pursue other interests.

Finally, I would like to share the words of William Arthur Ward with you silent ones.  "Feeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it."   Please post a comment or send an email to a blogger who has touched you in some way.  It will be appreciated.  

Thank you all,
Viola


Thank you for everything you said, Viola. Your words are much appreciated and please remember ...